The house was so dark and quiet Not one voice was left to haunt her She put her bag on the counter Left the mail scattered and untouched Undressing as she walked along First her pants, then her silky blouse Leaving a trail throughout her house No matter… she said to herself The bathroom…
SLOW MOTION by Hastywords Anxiety Infects her thoughts Holding her hostage Screening and erasing Her cries for help Fear Riddles her with angst Constantly chastising Rendering her helpless To its mindless chatter Irrationality Hijacks her emotions Running high speed Full throttled attack Beating her senseless Depression Sends in its battalion Of whispering ants Surrender this…
I’ve been trying Head down Fingers nimble Quilting phrases Mind focused Turning my words Inside out Searching them Owning them Teaching them To be kinder More considerate More inspiring More motivational But they mock me Laughing until Their echoes Sound like screeching Fingernails Inside my head I want to give up I need to give…
Today I got the pleasure of introducing Matticus from The Matticus Kingdom who is being featured over at the Sisterwives. The topic is bravery. THE COWARD AT THE DOOR. I would like to take this opportunity to encourage you to follow the Sisterwives and read all the posts they have to offer. The blog features…
Written by JStewart413 and HastyWords At times I can’t tell If I’m walking Upside down As I drown In seas Of evergreens My hair Rooted to the ground And my feet Lost in the clouds It’s all so Very mixed up Confusing As I watch The stars Sparkle To the beating Of my heart…
It feels so strange To love so much I crave the intimate feeling But fear its emotional touch You say you love me That you are mine But I make up new lines Re-framing your words Inside my mind I make up dialogue, create new context Sending my mind into perpetual loops I try so…
You get a bit of stream of consciousness today because I can’t bring these thoughts together into anything of worth. This isn’t a plea for anything…just a need to let my thoughts free. I am not a writer. I am an emotional person who feels deeply and yearns for connection. I string words together well…
WRITTEN BY ST MARY AND HASTYWORDS Thrown into a role for survival This couldn’t be further from me It killed my art and my pride Is it any wonder I’m always anesthetized? The days don’t belong to me And my dreams, well… They are stored inside drawers of metal Inside folders filed and alphabetized Killing…
Written by Charles “Gray Poet” Townsend and Hastywords I sat in the middle of the trees A circle laid out in front of me A noose of sorts, fibers strong Tied perfect like he taught me Why he taught me, I know not But it calls out to me its allure Will he approve…
WRITTEN BY JSTEWART413 AND HASTYWORDS I got swept up Sidetracked Up smacked By inevitability Wind chimed With rhymes Sending me On a reverie Lost track of time Behind feelings As I drifted Floated away Blindsided Without a care Through space Through time A whirlwind Sending me Into tailspins A wondrous ride A carefree world…
